I Do Not Pretend To Understand
The worm in my head
she talks,
I sleep. I am a clean sheet,
unspoken wounds,
I stretch
before I enter my cave.
Some things
cannot be taken back
to the outside. I tunnel in to
loose the light.
When I am lost I look to the other.
Pain teaches
you about forgiveness.
The flowers
in my garden forgive everything.
I would
like to be like these.
Torn relationships
understands what was not there.
I am more willing to suffer
than I thought. I do not understand
love underneath all this.
Susan Bazett